"The previous skirmish with Beita Camp could only be considered an appetizer; the Cyan Dragon Corps is the main course. However, everyone shouldn't be too nervous. They have the barracks backing them, fully armed, and we also have ample ammunition. Plus, everyone here is elite. Equipment is important, but it's talent that determines the outcome. You can't beg for peace; you only get it by using your fists."
Under the bright lights, Zhang Su clenched his fist in front of everyone.
"Beat them to death; they're just delivery boys!"
Zheng Xinyu was the first to respond to Zhang Su's rallying cry, her face showing a fierce and somewhat cute expression.
"Sister-in-law is right; they're just delivery boys. When we seize their weapons, we'll become even stronger!"
"Haha, thinking about it this way, I'm a bit excited; we didn't go out to rob others, but here they are delivering themselves right to our door. Isn't that something?"
